Zero for Ten

I've been visiting Wyoming for over ten (10) years. In that time I've taken my fly rod on about half of my trips. I'm zero for ten - in ten years and approximately 8 trips, I've yet to catch a fish in Wyoming. The best part is that each time I return, my resolve to catch a fish grows exponentially. Like Ahab returning to the sea, I return to Wyoming more determined than ever to catch a fish, ANY fish. Hell, a sucker fish would even make me happy. Oh well, maybe next time...

The good news is that I know where I want to fish the next time I return. The Madison River. On one of our days in Yellowstone we took the western road out to West Yellowstone. It was all I could do to keep the truck on the road as I watch fishing breaking the surface, chasing the PMD hatch. Oh well, maybe next time...

I did jump into Yellowstone Lake for a few minutes. It really was just casting practice, but I still had fun. My kids are starting to realize that their daddy likes to fish and so they are beginning to latch on to the idea that fishing is fun too. My daughter got on my shoulders and waded out a bit with me. She'll be double-hauling a #6 line in no time. Wink, wink.